She seized the duke's arm and gazing at him in terror, succeeded at last in uttering these words in a hoarse whisper:-- "Oh! but it's a feint, is it not, Monsieur le Duc? nothing more than a mere demonstration? We can do nothing--at least so it seems to me--to one who is a prisoner on parole." "Richon also, madame, was a prisoner on parole." "Monsieur le Duc, I implore you--" "Spare your supplications, madame, for they are useless. I can do nothing in the matter; it is for the council to decide." Claire dropped the duke's arm and hurried to Madame de Condé's cabinet, where she found Lenet striding back and forth, pale and agitated, while Madame de Condé talked with the Duc de Bouillon. Madame de Cambes glided to the princess's side, as white and light of foot as a ghost. "Oh, madame," said she, "give me one moment, I entreat you!" "Ah! is it you, little one? I am not at liberty at this moment; but after the council I am at your service." "Madame, madame, I must speak to you _before_ the council!" The princess was about to accede, when a door, opposite that by which the viscountess had come in, opened, and Monsieur de La Rochefoucauld appeared. "Madame," said he, "the council has assembled and is impatiently awaiting your Highness." "You see, little one," said Madame de Condé, "that it is impossible for me to listen to you at this moment; but come with us to the council, and when it is at an end we will return and talk together." It was out of the question to insist. Dazzled and bewildered by the frightful rapidity with which events were rushing on, the poor woman began to have the vertigo; she gazed wildly into the faces, and watched the gestures of all about her, without seeing anything, unable to understand what was going on, and struggling in vain to shake off the frightful nightmare that oppressed her. The princess walked toward the salon. Claire followed her mechanically, nor did she notice that Lenet had taken in his the ice-cold hand that hung listlessly at her side like the hand of a corpse. They entered the council chamber; it was about eight o'clock in the evening. It was a vast apartment, naturally dark and gloomy, but made even darker by heavy hangings. A sort of platform had been erected between the two doors, and opposite the two windows, through which the last feeble rays of the dying daylight made their way into the room. Upon the platform were two arm-chairs; one for Madame de Condé, the other for the Duc d'Enghien. On either side of these arm-chairs was a row of _tabourets_ for the ladies who composed her Highness's privy council. The other judges were to sit upon benches prepared for them. The Duc de Bouillon stood immediately behind Madame de Condé's chair, and the Duc de La Rochefoucauld behind that of the young prince. Lenet stood opposite the clerk; beside him was Claire, dazed and trembling.